Monday, August 13, 2012

*Real Time* Readers! The Latest from PLOW!


Written today: August 14

Lucia sees Tarrin and thinks:


He was beauty contained, artistry arrested....

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Readers, this guy is well, flat-out All that is Male. Just sayin'

Page 37


He looked about as the food walked around him like a banquet tapestry and thought it the perfect miracle she had not been discovered while she lay helpless and vulnerable amongst them.

Tarrin never failed to be amazed by the humans absolute lack of self-awareness. They were blind, deaf and most decidedly, dumb.

Yet, oh so necessary.

He sighed, wiping trails of bloody tears of poignant relief from his dark cheeks. He gathered her in his arms, careful of her wounded wing.

His dark dove...

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